Since I’ve been on this theme of Jesus at the sinner’s table, there’s one thing that has been cutting me deeply. It’s a simple thought, but the more I chew on it the more deep it gets for me. It’s concerning my reputation vs the reputation of Jesus.
My wife sent this to me and it just about wrecked me. Had the neighbor kid not rung the doorbell when he did, I would have been crying like a baby. The bit about having the Bride’s attention while Jesus is watching – are you a friend to the Bride or competition – is a challenge. Jesus is not an entrepreneur building a business. He’s a bridegroom wooing a bride.
I think I need to watch this every day.
I was recently sharing a meal with a friend and we were talking about how neither of us ever expected to be where we are now in life. I was laughing (maybe a little too loud for a crowded restaurant) about how if God had presented me with the full reality of where He was taking me, I would have said no without hesitation. And not because I’m not happy with where I am. On the contrary. I would have said no because it would have seemed too big, too impossible, and way over my head.
This is the end of a long lecture that Mark Driscoll did at the Resurgence 13 conference. He was presenting some findings from his recent research project on the top reasons why Americans reject Christianity. It’s very informative, though nothing was that surprising. What he found was that all of the top reasons are surrounding the issue of tolerance (that word has been redefined too).
At the end of the rather laid back teaching, he just kind of cuts loose as he is explaining that sometimes what our culture needs is for us to get louder, not softer as Peter often did in Acts. The result is some of the best extemporaneous preaching I’ve seen in a while.
I meet people all the time that suffer from debilitating anxiety. I don’t know if it is on the rise, or if I’m just hearing about it more because people are becoming more comfortable discussing it. It’s hard to tell which it is.
If God is who He claims to be, and we are who God claims we are, then our love for one another should reflect that reality. This is Francis Chan saying that we have some room to grow here.
God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. There is no such thing.
I have a 12-year-old daughter (I’m ok, thanks for asking) and an 8-year-old daughter. God had mercy on me, and then gave me a son because He knew that I had reached my estrogen capacity already. I feel that it is my duty to raise awareness concerning these social issues because most men casually think that having girls is nothing but tea parties, Barbie dolls and snuggles.
Here’s some hard-won advice.